I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 119 Wonderful Request (for Subscription)

"boom!"

A handful of talisman papers set dozens of corpses on fire.

Qin Yao stood expressionlessly between the gloomy ancestral hall and the jumping flames, like a demon king waking up in the dark night, becoming the main part of this terrifying picture scroll.

It is also fortunate that there are thousands of poisonous snakes as a barrier here, and there are few people around. Otherwise, any monk who sees this terrifying picture scroll will definitely draw his sword and kill demons...

Quietly waiting for the flames to gradually shrink, a pile of corpses turned into cracked bones in the flames, Qin Yao strode forward, crushing the bones that were still exuding high temperature, and completely put an end to the resentful ghosts after they were unsealed The possibility of launching a counterattack with the help of bones.

What does it mean to be frustrated?
This is called frustrating!
"Master, is this evil-looking guy kicked out and burned?" Turning around, he stomped the ashes on his feet at the entrance of the ancestral hall, and Qin Yao stepped into the door.

"Remove the body of your ancestor, I will burn this one." Chen Qingyan pointed at the body of the Taoist priest, and took out a fire talisman with his hands.

Qin Yao came to this ancestor who did not know how many generations, put his hands on the other's arm, lifted it gently, and put it in the corner.

This is not fun to play!
After kicking, Chen Qingyan estimated that he would cut himself with a sword.

"boom!"

Chen Qingyan casually threw the fire talisman on the mummy, and with a burst of flames, the mummy quickly turned into a fireball, and dots of flame splashed onto the monk, gradually igniting the monk's robe.

"jingle!"

After a while, the two corpses turned into dry bones at the same time, and the falling magic wand held in their palms fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

One, two, three...

In the end, a total of thirty-five ghosts crawled out from the ground, but before they recovered and launched an attack, a handful of talisman papers that Chen Qingyan got out of nowhere appeared in Chen Qingyan's hands, and they sprinkled them on the group of ghosts in the air.

Qin Yao couldn't tell whether it was the talisman papers that had spirits or the master's control was exquisite. It happened that thirty-five talisman papers were pasted on the foreheads of thirty-five ghosts, neither too much nor too little.

"Maoshan faction!" Suddenly, a voice that seemed to come from the underworld resounded in the ancestral hall, and the dark wind blew up the ashes and fine dust all over the ground.

"Don't hide, come out and chat." Chen Qingyan said lightly.

Wisps of black smoke emerged from the ground and condensed into a terrifying grimacing monster, suspended in the air, looking down at them: "Although you burned my body, you also redeemed my soul. It's even... I'm going to rush to the underworld to reincarnate, so I won't say anything to you."

Saying that, the grimacing monster wanted to run out the door.

Chen Qingyan smiled slightly, took out a handful of talisman paper from his arms, raised his hand and sprinkled it on the other party: "Don't bother, I'll give you a ride."

"Swish, swish..." When the talisman papers fell, they burst, and golden sword light shot out from them, and hundreds of them flashed in an instant, smashing them into sieves amidst the screams of ghost-faced monsters. The body is full of holes.

"Qin Yao, what are you waiting for?" Chen Qingyan shouted suddenly.

Qin Yao leaped up, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, his casserole-sized fist brought a fierce wind, and smashed heavily on the head of the grimacing monster, breaking its soul.

And the disintegration of souls is not the end, Qin Yao reached out and took out the copper coin sword hidden in the inner pocket of his suit, and beheaded the remaining souls one by one until they were wiped out.

"Next." Chen Qingyan nodded, stretched out his hand, and the talisman paper attached to a ghost's head flew up into the air and returned to his palm.

Qin Yao punched with his left hand and sword with his right, one after another, he kept fighting the ghosts and wiped them out.

It's not that Chen Qingyan wants to make it more difficult for him, or to temper him, but if Qin Yao doesn't reveal the talisman and let Qin Yao kill the immobile ghosts one by one, then a large part of evil will definitely fall on him ...

Therefore, if it wasn't for Qin Yao's current strength and that evil opponent, he wouldn't beat him to half-mutilation before letting Qin Yao do it!
A fight.

Qin Yao sweated through his clothes.

It has to be said that these evil magicians who have practiced for many years, even if they become ghosts, are more powerful than the ghosts that ordinary people turn into due to resentment... and more difficult to deal with!

Eve of dawn.

Chen Qingyan held the magic wand in his hand, and Qin Yao supported Maoshan Patriarch with both hands. The two danced their wings behind them and slowly rose into the sky.

And when they ascended into the sky, a piece of talisman lightly fell down and landed on the roof of the ancestral hall. In an instant, it turned into a raging flame, spreading rapidly from top to bottom...

"Master."

"Master."

"Meet the master..."

In the early morning, when the two of them climbed the steps along the mountain path and stepped into the Wai Mao, all the classmates they met along the way bowed and saluted, and then cast their curious eyes on Qin Yao who was holding a corpse in both hands.

It was really weird to see this scene early in the morning.

Chen Qingyan smiled and nodded to every disciple who bowed to salute, but without stopping, he led Qin Yao straight into Yuanfu Palace.

"Put down the ancestor's body."

"Yes, head." Qin Yao gently placed the corpse on a chair.

"For helping you kill those ghosts and accumulating evil virtue, the reward is your willingness to help me bring back the body of my ancestor."

Chen Qingyan raised the magic wand in his hand, and said in a condensed voice: "You also have a share of the credit for bringing back this magic wand. Tell me, what do you want?"

Qin Yao's thoughts changed, and he cupped his hands and said, "Whether it's bringing back the body of the ancestor, or getting back the magic wand, it depends on the head's personal strength, and the disciple dare not take credit for it."

Chen Qingyan smiled and said: "If you want to say it, you can say it, don't give me this trick of retreating to advance, otherwise the reward will be gone."

Qin Yao's eyelids twitched, he pondered for a moment, put his hand into his suit, and pretended to summon the Gauss pistol: "If possible, please enchant my pistol... well, that is to add immortality, and finally So that it can fire bullets with mana without me pouring mana into it."

Chen Qingyan: "..."

He never expected it!

This guy actually put forward such a condition.

"Am I asking too much?" Qin Yao asked shyly.

Chen Qingyan shook his head and took the pistol: "That's not true, but I have seen monks with knives, guns, sticks, axes, hooks, forks, and even Class [-] weapons. It's the first time I've seen monks with pistols..."

Qin Yao smiled slightly, feeling that no matter what he said was inappropriate, he simply shut up.

Chen Qingyan looked at the pistol for a while, thought for a while, and said slowly: "Give me a few days, I will try to engrave some magic circles on this gun to make it achieve the effect you want. Wait for the inscription When I'm done, I'll summon you again."

Qin Yao arched his hands and bowed to salute: "Thank you, Master."

Chen Qingyan shook his head, waved his hand and said, "You deserve it, go ahead..."

Qin Yao thanked him again and again, then exited Yuanfu Palace and strode to Simu's residence.

"Uncles, I would like to ask you a question, how can I check my personal Yinde points in Yangjian?"

(End of this chapter)